[ If November believes in anything, it's karma. Because while there's never been any tangible, touchable evidence of it working behind the scenes, things have looped back around too coincidentally for it to be anything else. Over the years he's seen things play out that could only be described as a karmic reaction to something done previously. Whether it was months or years in the making or occurring almost immediately after.

This, he thinks, is definitely karma.

Of course he'd share headspace with a bonafide smoker. He resists the urge to sigh and instead gives Richie more of a blank look. ]

I brought my own, thanks. [ A specific brand that had the word DEATH emblazoned on it in capital letters. ] Frankly, I was let off easy in the grand scheme of things— not having to break my own fingers or drink children's blood. I don't fancy the insidious creep towards cancer though.